Eyes opened, breath softly, skin crawling from the cold air and a cool surface of an uncomfortably hard bed.
A young man groaned, shielding his eyes with his arm, the young man's head was throbbing as if he was mildly hungover. But he doesn't remember drinking the night before. He unshielded his eyes and took a look around.
"what the hell?" the young man mumbled as he finally gotten a decent look at his room. He sat up and was sitting up on top of a bed that should belong in a hospital which luckily he looks to be in. The room was small, it had two doors and a window, the young man guessed the doors was one was to the hallway another was a closet or bathroom. There was a small window and looking through only showing nothing but inky darkness. And a desk across the bed, which has a notebook on top of it.
The young man stood up in the middle of the room. First he tried to open the window. But as he tried to open it. It didn't budge at all it seemed it was more of a wall decoration than a useable window.
"Damn, it was getting stuffy in here..." He trailed off in defeat as he walked to the desk.
He touched the cover of the notebook, it wasn't made with the same paper as his sketchbooks, but it was decent enough papers if he felt like doodling. And he took the pen that was laying down next to the notebook it was magenta; he was surprised people made pens in that colour. He flipped through the pages of the notebook, taking note that the first page of the notebook was ripped out.
He wrote down stuff, he always was better at collecting his thoughts when he write them down.
I decided to write down my thoughts since I'm a confused mess at the moment.
so I woke up in a hospital room, and I tried to find anything that would explain why I'm here, but I Found zip nada zilch. The windows are pretty much there to bring in light from the outside which I should mention is as dark as shit. There's no information saying why I'm here or even anything that has my name on it, which is Aden. Weird also is that I have nothing of mine here, not even my clothes I last remember having worn before getting here. The magenta shirt is a nice colour though. And there's not even a name band on my wrist.
Aden looked at his left hand, a number was branded onto it, the numbers
83. It looked like a tattoo which was magenta in colour.
"What the hell." He muttered. He put his pen and notebook away in a back pocket. He now just wants to leave. Everything was weird before, but the number is just pushing it for him. He ignored what he assumed was the closet and went past the tall door and left his room.
The hallway before him had the same dreary lighting and was long with many doors and almost nothing in the hallways when it came to decoration. Not even a chair or potted plant to liven up the place. He looked at his room door which has the room number of
5183. Easy to remember if he wants to returns, which he won't.
Now where should the nearest stairwell be? So he can get out of this weird hospital.